"Ding, killing intent from Wang Qiming +999!"
"Ding, killing intent from Laozi Liu Weishan +999!"
Zhang Fan, who was originally chatting and laughing with journalists, suddenly felt the professors' eyes turn blood-red.
Which trash came up with these questions?
I f***ing...
In a flash, countless gazes fell directly on Zhang Fan.
At this moment, the corner of Zhang Fan's mouth twitched.
This voice really sounds exactly like his.
But he wasn't the one who said these words.
Damn it, who is causing this commotion?
Framing me?
Zhang Fan's eyes erupted with killing intent!
But with the crowd all around him, even if he could tell the direction, he had no idea who it was.
Right now, Zhang Fan really felt frustrated.
Who the f*** is so idle?
Imitating his voice?
This is really going too far.
"Don't look at me, it wasn't me who said it. These questions aren't trash, mind you, I spent the whole morning doing them."
Zhang Fan said helplessly.
